Dumb Please Take a Seat

  Chapter 172 The strong hostility in the heart

  When he returned to the club, Gong Jiuhan's face was pale.

   "Yo, what's the matter with you Jiudu? You look so bad?"

  As soon as I passed the front hall, I ran into the aunt who was in charge of cleaning the club.

  The aunt saw her pale face, and wanted to step forward to help her, but she could only give up because she was still holding the broom, and asked with concern.

   "It's not a problem," Gong Jiu said with vain steps, only thinking about going upstairs quickly: "Thank you for your concern, Auntie, I'll go up first."

   After finishing speaking, I didn't give my aunt a chance to speak, and went directly upstairs.

  Auntie looked at her back, frowned slightly, and shook her head helplessly.

   "This child...80% is sick. Look at this, and he doesn't go to the hospital to see a doctor. Young people nowadays just don't take their bodies seriously..."

   After murmuring, she turned around and was about to go to the exercise room to have a look.

   Not wanting to adjust his pace, he saw a beautiful girl walking in in a hurry.

   Pulled her to open the mouth and said:

   "Auntie, may I ask which room Gong Jiuan lives in?"

  The cleaning aunt looked him up and down: "Girl, who are you? Are you looking for Jiuyin?"

   This girl is really pretty.

  Ouyang Na was a little anxious, "I'm her friend, let's come to see her, if it's convenient, can you show me the way?"

  As soon as she heard that it was Gong Jiu's friend, the aunt put down the things in her hand and took Ouyang Na upstairs:

"It turned out to be a friend of Jiu'an. You came just in time. Jiu'an just came back, and he didn't look very well. He was probably sick. Seeing that, he went back to the ministry directly, and probably didn't go to the hospital. Take her to the hospital for a look."

  Although Gong Jiuan treats people indifferently, he is still quite likable.

  When I live in the club on weekdays, if she is too busy, I always like to help her.

   Seeing that Gong Jiuhan was sick, she also felt very distressed.

   Ouyang Na, who was following behind her aunt, sighed.

   Sure enough, it was as she expected.

  Ah, this old disease has happened again.

   Soon, Ouyang Na came to the living floor of the club members. The aunt took her out of the elevator, stopped, and pointed to a direction in the aisle:

   "Girl, Jiu'an is in the penultimate room on the left, so I won't go there, I still have something to do."

  Ouyang Na bowed slightly to thank: "I'm sorry, Auntie."

   "No thanks no thanks."

  The cleaning lady waved her hand, turned around and entered the elevator.

   Ignoring other things, Ouyang Na hurried to the door of the room pointed by the cleaning aunt, and was about to knock on the door, but found that the door was ajar.

   does not have a lock.

  She opened the door and went in, and what she saw surprised her.

  The boy collapsed on the ground, barely supporting the ground with one hand, while pressing his head firmly with the other.

   "Ah dumb!"

   Stepping forward quickly, Ouyang Na squatted down to help him up and put him on the bed in the cubicle.

  Hearing the familiar voice, Gong Jiu shook his head and raised his face.

   A pair of bloodshot eyes looked over.

   Inside is the ruth that is almost overflowing.

  The voice was hoarse: "Why are you here?"

  Ouyang Na turned her head gently, pressed her hands on the acupuncture points, stroked and rubbed her gently.

   "I saw you leave as soon as I arrived at the stadium. Seeing that the state was not right, I was a little worried, so I followed."

  Ouyang Na's actions made the blood in those eyes recede by two points, but they were still frighteningly tight.

  Gong Jiu moved her body silently, avoiding Ouyang Na's movements, took off her shoes and lay on the head of the bed.

   "Don't knead, it's useless."

  Close your eyes, suppressing the strong impatience, Gong Jiu said in a low voice.

  The headache was splitting, one after another, rising at the same time, and the heart was churning, wanting to destroy everything, manic and violent.

  She was trying her best to restrain this uncontrolled emotion.

  Ouyang Na sat on the edge of the bed, "I have already asked Jiang Fei to rush over."

  She tidied the quilt for Gong Jiu, and seeing the young man enduring the pain, she couldn't help but feel distressed: "Jiang Fei will be here soon, please bear with it."

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  (end of this chapter)